‘Oh...okay,’ she responded with a grin.
She tried to keep up with him as he took the steps in twos downstairs, and rushing through the spacious hall and a rear exit, they ended up behind the house.
As they stepped outside, Hayden didn’t even look around. He wanted to run straight to the rear garden, but something made him stop: Lana stood at the top of the stairs, rooted to the spot, staring open-mouthed. The word garden, which Hayden had used just before, seemed like a major understatement of the amazing view that opened before them.
From the bottom of the stairs, a three-yard wide, velvety green lawn path led to a little round pond. It was in the middle of an also round square out of which more lawn paths led in the four cardinal directions of the world. Each of the meticulously mowed
